Voice

[roadkills]

So, I've just gotta ask. How many people's parents here went to Woodstock? Because I've been hearing some pretty groovy names being tossed about.

[A pause, and Sam's voice sounds a little more amused as he continues.]

Or what about people named after their grandmothers? I know at least one.

[Totally not talking about you, Deanna-er, Dean.]

Anyway, for those of you who are new, welcome aboard. I guess.

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[voice]

[roadkills]

[There's an awkward pause here.]

Right, even with a machine.

[Because absolutely no one would be crazy enough to dig up a grave with just a shovel. No one.]

So do you think you'll look for a job here?

[voice]

[freezerburned]

[DELICATE COUGHING.]

Probably. I could use the extra spending cash. And I figure I'll get bored without one.

[voice]

[roadkills]

Yeah, I'm starting to figure out the same thing.

Hey, if I manage to find one, I'll put in a good word for you.

[voice]

[freezerburned]

Would you really?

[A grin touches his tone.]

Thanks! I'll do the same for you. It's Sam- ?

[voice]

[roadkills]

Sure. Beats working with total strangers.

And yeah, Sam Winchester.

[voice]

[freezerburned]

[There's a beat of silence which might be concealing the biggest 'oh shit' moment in history.]

...I gotta go.

[There is no such thing as subtlety in Beacon Hills.]

[voice]

[roadkills]

Uh...okay. See you around, Isaac.